Meanwhile, the grand doors to the Great Hall creaked open.
Outside, after a grueling but bizarre journey, Harry and Ron had finally returned. Both of them crouched at the crack in the doorway, peeking inside to see what was happening.
Harry spotted a gray-haired boy being fitted with Sorting Hat, then shifted his gaze toward the staff table.
There sat Dumbledore with a blank expression, Lockhart grinning idiotically, and Hagrid, cheerful as always.
But one chair was empty.
"Wait..." Harry whispered urgently to Ron. "There's a seat missing at the staff table. That's 'Snape''s. Where is he?"
"Maybe he's sick!" Ron said hopefully.
Harry's eyes brightened at the thought. "Or maybe he finally 'quit! He didn't get the Defense Against the Dark Arts post again---maybe he stormed 'off in a rage!"
"I doubt it," Ron muttered darkly. "He'd never give up such a cushy job... especially when it gives him more chances to torment you. But maybe..."
His eyes gleamed with mischief, "Maybe he blew himself up in his own dungeon. Haven't you read the Daily Prophet? That French Etienne family? Their whole line wiped out-poisoned by a 'bad potion."
"Maybe---"
"Or maybe..."
The voice was cold, silky, and dripping with mockery. It came from directly behind them.
"...maybe he was just checking the school rules, to see how many times you two should be expelled for arriving at Hogwarts in a 'flying car."
Harry and Ron froze. The smile on their faces vanished instantly-because the smile now belonged to Severus Snape.
When they turned, the despair etched on their faces was so delicious that Snape nearly laughed aloud.
"Come along, boys," he said smoothly. "Take one last good look at the school."
The blood drained from their faces. They were so shaken they had to support each other just to keep up with Snape's long strides as he led them down toward the dungeons.
Snape, on the other hand, seemed to be in an uncharacteristically good mood---his steps light, and even a faint tune humming from his lips.
Back inside the Great Hall, Lucifer glanced briefly at the doorway before turning back to the Sorting.
As expected, Rolf was sorted into Hufflepuff. The moment Sorting Hat announced his placement, the entire Hufflepuff table erupted into a frenzy.
After all, the Scamander surname carried weight and they treated the news as if it were the 'New Year itself'.
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Two students (including Astoria who was sorted into Slytherin, and welcomed with a big hug from Daphne in a squeal) later and Professor McGonagall rolled up the scroll of names, scooped up the stool and made her way out of the Great Hall just as Dumbledore got to his feet.
"Welcome!" he called happily to the hall at large, "To another year at Hogwarts. I have several things to go over with you. But they can wait. Tuck in!" and with that the plates, goblets and bowls filled with food and drink.
They began eating the welcome feast, Ginny seemed to have a lot more energy than she had before and was happily chatting away, about everything she could think of.
Apparently the stress of being sorted was weighing heavier on her than, Lucifer previously thought.
Dazzling array of food. Steam rose in fragrant curls, making the entire hall burst with delicious aromas. Lucifer's appetite stirred despite himself.
Even though he had sampled countless dishes before, Hogwarts' house-elves had a certain magic touch. He had just finished two crispy fried fish when Snape swept back into the hall.
The Potions Master leaned down to whisper something into Dumbledore's ear. Then, with grim faces, McGonagall and Sprout were also summoned, the group slipping away from the table in silence.
"They've gone to deal with Potter, I bet," Draco muttered gleefully. His pale eyes glinted with smug satisfaction.
But everyone else was far too busy eating to echo his gloating remarks. Even Crabbe and Goyle couldn't spare a word, their mouths crammed with food.
"I wonder, where is he going?" Hermione said in low voice, watching the old wizard leave, "Seems in a hurry to me, Lucifer?"
Even though, Dumbledore was gone, Gilderoy Lockhart still introduced himself, as the new Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor again. All of, or most of the girls squealed and chuckled as he stood up and took a bow, even Ginny.
Which made Hermione breathe a sigh of relief, now they probably won't pay too much attention to Lucifer.
One good thing for the day....
"Why do you look so irritated, Hermione?"
"It's just the stress of being obsessed with an idiot, like you!"
"....Nice joke, 'even for you."
"Whatever, I am quite hungry now...."
Even though, she said this, Hermione didn't seem to be filling up her plate, with anything.
Suddenly-
"Cawwww!"
A clear, ringing phoenix cry split the air, making every student in the Great Hall freeze and look up.
"It's a phoenix!"
After a brief moment of confusion, one of the young wizards finally recognized the fiery bird soaring out of the flames-'Fawkes.'
"Merlin's beard, that's the Headmaster's phoenix, isn't it?"
"It must be! There are only two phoenixes in the entire world, right? I've heard rumors for years that Dumbledore had one, but I've never actually seen it until today. What a sight!"
"Those feathers... so beautiful. I'd give anything just to 'touch them' once."
At the sight of a creature even rarer than a dragon, students practically lost their minds. Meals forgotten, they all craned their necks upward, eyes fixed on the magnificent bird circling high above the enchanted ceiling of the Great Hall.
Even the professors who had remained at the staff table looked puzzled. Fawkes never came to the Great Hall--he almost exclusively stayed inside the Headmaster's office, and even they rarely saw him. 'Why was he acting so strangely today?'
The answer revealed itself soon enough.
After circling overhead a few times, Fawkes suddenly dove downward. The students grew even more excited, convinced they might finally get a chance to see the phoenix up close.
But to their utter astonishment, Fawkes landed directly on Lucifer's shoulder. Every student nearby froze, staring wide-eyed at him. Some even held their breath, 'terrified' of making the slightest sound that might scare the phoenix away.
Yet Fawkes paid no mind to anyone else.
Tilting his head slightly, the great bird regarded Lucifer with bright, clear eyes filled with puzzlement.
He had felt the aura of his own kind and followed it here, but 'why--why was it radiating from Lucifer?' When they had met before, he hadn't sensed anything like this at all.
But Lucifer knew exactly why. It had everything to do with Thunderbird bond he had recently made.
With phoenixes and Thunderbirds being such closely connected magical species, the purer his bloodline became, stronger the link with phoenixes grew.
Of course, they were not the same--their evolutions diverged in different directions--but still, 'the bond was undeniable.'
"Chirp!"
Fawkes let out a crisp, melodious cry, as though demanding an explanation. Lucifer, who could easily understand the meaning, reached up and stroked phoenix, casually plucking two loose feathers before shrugging.
"Sudden awakening, that's all," he said, "Guess that makes us relatives now. If I ever call for your help, you'd better 'not turn me down."
Phoenixes were intelligent, yes, but also astonishingly pure-hearted. Whatever Lucifer said, Fawkes believed. The bird nuzzled against his cheek affectionately, promising he would never forget his new little brother.
The hall collectively froze in shock. Wasn't Fawkes supposed to be Dumbledore's bird?
Or was he... Lucifer's now?
Could it be... he had somehow stolen the Headmaster's companion right from under 'his nose?'
Hermione's eyes sparkled with excitement. She was the closest to the phoenix, close enough to see the faint flames flowing across its magnificent feathers.
Lucifer had just opened his mouth to let her touch the bird when another "little fellow" decided enough was enough.
"ROAR!"
The sudden dragon's cry shook the hall, its sheer force knocking several students unconscious on the spot. The rest clutched their heads, dizzy and gasping for breath as the crushing spiritual pressure weighed down upon them.
From Lucifer's pocket crawled 'Usagi', her proud draconic eyes blazing with fury as she glared at Fawkes. 'My father's shoulder is mine alone, you filthy feathered pest. Get off!'
Fawkes understood her meaning well enough, but with a dismissive glance, he remained exactly where he was, even taking the time to preen his feathers arrogantly.
"ROAR!"
That was the last straw. Usagi's roar was louder this time, and with a burst of fury she lunged, ramming straight into Fawkes.
"SKREEE!"
Fawkes was taken off guard--he hadn't expected his challenger to start a fight so suddenly. Knocked from Lucifer's shoulder, the phoenix retaliated with a sharp peck at Usagi.
Before the stunned eyes of entire hall, the two legendary magical creatures began brawling right in front of them.
Lucifer scrambled to his feet, waving his wand. A sudden updraft of air surged through the hall, lifting both creatures into the sky before they could destroy feast laid out across the tables.
At the staff table, Professor Kettleburn's eyes nearly popped out of his head. A phoenix, and some other mythical beast he had never even seen before--'each alone was worth a lifetime of study!'
Now, however, the Great Hall was utterly silent. Every single person watched the aerial battle, dumbstruck. Even Lucifer was speechless--he hadn't expected the two of them to actually start fighting.
The clash grew fiercer by the second, until he realized things were spiraling out of control. With a flick of his wrist, he threw open the heavy oak doors.
"Usagi, go outside to play!"
Usagi dared not disobey. With a final lash of her tail-striking Fawkes squarely as she went, she streaked out of the hall.
Fawkes, humiliated beyond measure, let out a furious cry and chased after her, both of them leaving the castle behind and unleashing their powers in full.
Meanwhile, out on the school grounds, Dumbledore and several professors had just finished dealing with Harry and Ron when they turned to inspect the battered 'Whomping Willow.'
The tree had suffered terribly, a victim of misfortune. Its once-proud trunk now leaned at an awkward thirty-degree angle, several branches had been snapped clean off, and its remaining limbs drooped lifelessly.
Professor Sprout nearly wept with heartbreak. She wanted to approach and heal it, but the 'Willow--still' on edge after being rammed by a flying car-lashed its branches furiously at anyone who dared come close.
Snape, however, never missed a chance to make Harry's life miserable. Leaning toward Dumbledore, he said softly, "The Restriction of Underage Sorcery Act is clear enough. And on top of that, they've damaged a priceless ancient tree.... Albus, this behavior is 'disgraceful'. It tarnishes the reputation of the entire school. I strongly recommend expelling them..."
Snape had never believed in prophecy. But he knew his old master, Voldemort, did.
That was why he genuinely wanted Harry expelled. To send him back to the Muggle world, where he could live out his days quietly and safely--that, in Snape's eyes, would be the 'greatest protection.'
But Dumbledore clearly shared Voldemort's belief in the prophecy. Expelling Harry was never an option in his mind.
"Severus," Dumbledore said calmly, his eyes fixed on the damaged Willow, "the purpose of a school is to teach children what may and may not be done.... If we simply expel them at every mistake, then the school itself ceases to have meaning. The punishment will be left to 'Minerva.' They are, after all, her students."
Professor McGonagall's expression remained as severe as ever, betraying not the slightest trace of leniency.
They were all her students...
Even though she understood what Dumbledore meant, and knew he was trying to protect Potter and Weasley, the words still sounded "unbearably harsh" in her ears.
Snape curled his lip but knew just as well that he couldn't do anything about those two.
"Pomona, how's the situation?"
"Still within control," Professor Sprout replied, circling the Whomping Willow. She used a 'Lumos charm' to carefully inspect the damaged sections. "Professor Snape, I'll need your help brewing a batch of specialized nutrient potion, and I'll also need medical bandages. Many of the branches can still be healed."
"No problem. As for the ones that can't be fixed, give them to me. I just happen to need a supply of Whomping Willow branches."
Snape's eyes gleamed greedily. After all, there was only one Whomping Willow in all of Britain, and Sprout guarded it like her own child. 'In this light, Potter had somehow ended up helping me?'
"All of them?"
Sprout glared at Snape's opportunism and was about to argue when the night sky split with the clash of dragon roars and phoenix cries.
Fawkes burst out of the castle like a blazing fireball, igniting the darkness with his glow.
Across from him, Usagi was equally unwilling to yield-mysterious golden patterns lit up along her body as the two mythical beasts tangled in the sky.
Even Dumbledore was stunned.
'What in Merlin's name---? Why had they suddenly started fighting again? And what was this strange magical creature? To be able to go toe-to-toe with Fawkes....'
A commotion followed as waves of students poured out of the castle.
Who cared about supper anymore? Watching a phoenix battle was worth far more than pumpkin pasties.
Lucifer ran ahead of everyone, worried 'Usagi' might suffer. She had eaten plenty of meteor fragments, but she was still only a two and a half month old hatchling, young and inexperienced.
But things weren't as bad as he'd feared. 'Usagi' was clever. The moment she had taken to the skies, she had secretly stacked layer upon layer of Dragon Dance, increasing both her speed and power until she could meet Fawkes blow for blow.
The phoenix beat his wings rapidly, gathering a blazing 'fireball' at his chest. The sphere swelled until it was larger than Fawkes himself, then shot forward like a miniature sun.
"Usagi, Hyper Beam!" Lucifer couldn't help shouting.
To hell with being a wizard--in that moment, he was---'Dragon's Father Lucifer!'
"ROAAAR!"
Usagi opened her jaws and unleashed a violet beam laced with sheer destructive force. It not only scattered the fireball but also forced Fawkes to dive lower to avoid it.
The phoenix glared at Lucifer as he dodged, his golden eyes sharp. 'Really? This cheeky little brat was ordering that ugly dragon to attack me?'
Lucifer met Fawkes' gaze and offered a sheepish grin, "Couldn't help myself, couldn't help myself. Carry on, I won't interfere."
"SCREEECH!"
Usagi seized the chance to stack two more Dragon Dances before launching herself skyward again.
"Morningstar, my boy... is this... your pet?" Dumbledore, along with several professors, had gathered at Lucifer's side.
As they all gazed at Usagi, who was growing fiercer by the moment, a strange glint flickered in Dumbledore's eyes.
Her form was unlike that of any pure-blood dragon, yet the aura of draconic might she carried outstripped even them. Not even the proudest Hungarian Horntail could
compare, let alone any half-blooded wyvern.
"She's like my daughter," Lucifer admitted with a nod, "Her name is Usagi. I came across her during the summer holidays. It looks like she's had a little quarrel with Fawkes."
He spread his hands with mock innocence.
"She's a bit possessive. When she saw Fawkes perched on my shoulder earlier, she wasn't happy about it. That's all this is."
Really, Lucifer was using this as a chance to let her stretch her wings on Earth for the first time. Since birth, Usagi had never had a proper fight.
This girl refused outright to go down to Hell so soon, she spent her days either eating, sleeping, or clinging to him affectionately. If that went on much longer, she might end up a spoiled, useless dragon...
Dumbledore's mouth twitched at his explanation, but he didn't intervene. He wanted to observe this strange magical beast a little longer.
Snape, however, stared at Lucifer with a mixture of frustration and envy. 'Why did every good thing fall into this boy's lap? Normally he wouldn't care about magical beasts, but something strong enough to rival a phoenix? Where in Merlin's name had this brat found it?'
'Couldn't someone let me stumble on one as well?'
"SKREEEEE!"
As Usagi stacked more Dragon Dances, the playful Fawkes began to realize something was wrong. He dropped his games and ignited in earnest, his body cloaked in blinding, sacred flames. His aura surged, so overwhelming even Dumbledore's eyes widened.
'For Usagi to push Fawkes this far---unbelievable.'
The very air grew scorching. Fawkes blazed like a second sun in the midnight sky, while Usagi roared back, hurling an energy sphere upward. The blast ripped through the clouds before exploding, scattering a rain of meteors across the heavens.
Fawkes crashed through several of them with fiery dives, but fragments still struck the ground, blasting craters into the earth.
Others plunged into the Black Lake, throwing up towering waves that sent terrified students scrambling back.
The meteors had looked harmless while they burned above, but when they hit---everyone finally understood just how devastating 'Usagi's power truly was.'
'BANG!'
Fawkes slammed into Usagi head-on, knocking her spinning through the sky. The phoenix's fire burned so hot that Usagi roared in pain, then climbed higher, her body twisting as she spun. The wind howled in answer, and clouds churned into the beginnings of a monstrous tornado.
Dumbledore's expression darkened.
"Mr. Morningstar, this cannot continue. The students may be caught in the crossfire----"
But Lucifer only smiled and shook his head, "Professor, Usagi just took a hit. If I stop her now, she'll 'sulk for days'. As for safety-no need to worry."
With a flourish, he raised his wand. A brilliant white glow surged from the tip and spread outward, forming a massive protective barrier that enveloped every single student behind him.
Over the past year, Strengthening Potions and his own frightening natural growth had transformed him. Lucifer's magical power was no longer 'what it used to be'. At least...
He shot Snape a meaningful glance.
Snape caught it, scowled, and snapped furiously, "Morningstar! What are you staring at me for?"
...And so, as the new month began, the battle raged on in the skies.
Lucifer gave a faint smile, "I just thought, Professor that you seem to have aged quite a bit over holidays."
Snape let out a cold snort, casting a glance, half hidden, half accusing---towards 'Dumbledore.'
How could he not look worn out?
Dumbledore had sent him all across the European continent, chasing after every possible trace of Voldemort. Out of the entire holiday, Snape had barely managed five days at home.
Dumbledore, however, kept his eyes forward as though he hadn't noticed Snape's silent rebuke.
Above them, Usagi was already beginning to display the majesty of a true sky-sovereign. The massive currents of air swirled together, forming a storm's eye. A tornado, stretching from earth to heavens, roared into existence, trapping the Phoenix at its center.
The whirlwind only grew more violent, expanding outward. Just as Dumbledore prepared to intervene and put an end to this little "game," the storm abruptly stopped spreading.
The tornado's rotation slowed, spun a few seconds longer, then vanished altogether.
The result?
"Who won?!" cried one of the younger wizards who had been knocked into the back row, hopping up and down to see.
"It's Usagi! The phoenix can't get up!" another student shouted with excitement.
Fawkes lay on the ground, feathers in disarray, unable to rise. Usagi swooped down from the sky in triumph, lashing his tail at Fawkes several times before proudly perching on Lucifer's shoulder, claiming her sovereignty.
"Arrooo!"
"All right, all right, I get it--you're amazing," Lucifer said with a laugh, stroking the little creature before walking over to scoop up Fawkes, gently smoothing his ruffled feathers.
The truth was, if Fawkes hadn't underestimated him, Usagi never would have won.
...But Fawkes had only been toying with the hatchling at first, while Usagi had been building up her Dragon Dance for more than ten minutes.
In the end, their strength was even--perhaps even tipping in Usagi's favor. Fawkes let out a weak cry. He wasn't exhausted; he was mortified.
'I, Dumbledore's loyal phoenix, had actually lost? How humiliating!'
Others couldn't see it, but Fawkes knew very well---Usagi was still just a baby. He had lost to a hatchling?!
Seizing the moment, Lucifer spoke in a firm, teacherly voice, "This counts as a first meeting through battle. From now on, it's fine to play, but you must never take it too far. Understand?"
Usagi, ever obedient, chirped in acknowledgment. Fawkes, reluctant and sulky, nevertheless rubbed his head against Lucifer in acquiescence.
The boy nodded in satisfaction. "Good. That's how it should be. Don't fight over it---you're 'both my wings."'
Dumbledore's lips parted slightly. 'Wait a moment... Isn't that my bird?'
But Fawkes hadn't even glanced at him. Seeing that his phoenix clearly had no intention of acknowledging its rightful master, Dumbledore refrained from embarrassing himself further.
He simply raised a hand toward the younger wizards. Knowing he had to calm down several Ministry outpost letters and Beast handlers cause of this spectacle to be reserved.
"Children, the duel was 'splendid', but it's time to return. The Welcoming Feast is still not over!"
The students reluctantly shuffled back toward the castle, "We should head inside as well," Dumbledore said to Snape and the others.
"Quickly now---we mustn't delay the term."
When they returned to the Great Hall, Dumbledore was rather speechless to find that most of the students had abandoned their meals mid-bite just to run outside and watch the commotion. He could only sigh and allow them a bit of extra time to finish.
But many barely touched their food before their eyes drifted toward the Gryffindor' table. More specifically-to the little creature coiled like a scarf around Lucifer Morningstar's neck.
Envy filled their gazes, sharp and sour, as though each had downed a goblet of freshly squeezed lemon juice. A pet that was stylish, powerful, and devastating in battle--why didn't they have one?
Lockhart's eyes, meanwhile, had turned positively scarlet. He thought this magical beast suited his image perfectly. If he could acquire one of his own, he was sure he'd make the front page of the 'Daily Prophet' every single day.
By the time the usual end of the feast drew near, remaining food on the golden plates had finally disappeared.
Dumbledore rose, delivering his well-worn welcome speech and listing a handful of new school prohibitions, most of them courtesy of Filch.
The young witches and wizards listened with half an ear, restless and distracted.
The ceremony ended in a ragged chorus of the school song.
It wasn't until Lucifer rose from his seat that the Slytherins from their table dared to stand as well, forming into disciplined lines behind their prefect, as they followed him out toward the dormitories.
The professors exchanged glances, each with their own unspoken thoughts.
'This Slytherin lot... had been remarkably well-trained.'
"You may want to go find your brother," Hermione said to Ginny, who was now busy looking at Lucifer's face to get some advice, "Percy will lead you up to the common room with the other first years..."
Ginny nodded and with a wave she moved off up the table towards Percy.
And, just after that Hermione Granger went over quickly to grasp her best friend's waist, getting so used to doing it, resting her right palm directly at the place where Lucifer's belt buckle was suited, those long fingers touching the boy's 'crotch' discreetly but openly no less.
Her entire motion of it was so smooth, it made, Professor McGonagall, in particular, couldn't help but feel a touch of envy. Ahem, for other reasons not what you' were thinking.
Gryffindor's were far too unruly-wild, independent, and unwilling to listen to anyone. They had been hostile to that boy ever since his paper was published with hell of Snape, and gifted points to Slytherin.
Even Percy Weasley, their most promising prefect, couldn't truly control them. Especially not with Fred and George undermining him at every turn.
Godric, it was her house nursing someone like Morningstar, a student capable of commanding such order to their most rivaled opponents?
While facing ostracism from his own.
"Severus, you must share your methods with me sometime," McGonagall said, her tone suddenly uncharacteristically warm, "Tell me how you've been guiding Morningstar and how he manages to make even the older students so... quiet."
Snape: "???"
Had he taught Morningstar anything?
Wasn't this boy simply a natural menace--born with darkness in his blood? Hadn't he, within a single month, already bested the strongest fighter in Slytherin house?
"Don't be so secretive, Severus. I don't know how to fix things." McGonagall chided, "If Gryffindors would just behave a little better, you'd have fewer 'headachesyourself,' wouldn't you?"
"Yes, yes..." Snape replied tonelessly, "But I think his... methods may not be suitable for 'Gryffindor.' At the very least--you'd need to lecture or seek help from Miss Granger in reuniting, a student of 'brilliance', her own right."
McGonagall fell silent. The other two Heads, who had been listening closely, also fell into silence.
Snape praising two Gryffindor's? One was his own snake in a matter of fact, while the girl practically reigns over that said boy.
"Worse, find someone of 'equal prodigy gene."
Each of them felt a twinge in their hearts. If such a student existed, would they really be here begging Severus Snape for advice?
They had always assumed Morningstar was merely an extraordinarily talented boy. But that wide-reaching shield charm earlier---protecting more than a thousand people at once, had forced them to confront the truth.
Until now, boy had been hiding his true strength. Or perhaps he had simply never had the chance to display it.
'A school-wide protection spell of that scale...' among all Hogwarts, only the Heads of Houses, and Dumbledore himself, might even come close.
Snape noticed the wounded looks on their faces, and corner of his mouth twitched upward despite himself.
'Exquisite. Those pure-bloods for once knew whom not to cross, while Gryffindor's wept, truly pathetic.'
At last, for once, it wasn't he being tormented by Morningstar. Instead, he could use his terrifying prowess to torment 'them.'
Tonight, he decided, called for a celebratory drink-or two.
xxxxxx
Hermione also sighed for who knows how many times of the day, she almost wanted to pull her locks out.
"What a good girl you are, Usagi..." Then just stared between his legs again. Her eyes fixed upon Lucifer's crotch region, stomach of hers then grumbled loudly, "At least, she got to eat something..."
But Lucifer just continued to relax on an armchair, idly stroking the smooth neck of Usagi, while a wave of new first year students were sitting around in a circle, rest of upper year level Gryffindor''s in two neat rows.
They wanted to admire the creature, Weasley twins included, no one was even speaking, afraid they might disturb the mythical creature's slumber of being spoiled.
It was a pin drop silence.
Suddenly, Lucifer's hand froze. Usagi tilted its head curiously at its master, puzzled why he had stopped moving.
He just felt... something about this whole scene 'seemed wrong.' Why did this look more and more like Voldemort holding some kind of a Death Eater meeting?
No, not quite. At least Voldemort's Death Eaters were like trembling lackeys cause of deep fear inside, this was entirely different, a sort of praying gesture to reserve themselves with a year's worth of good luck.
Quickly tossing away that wicked thought, Lucifer waved his hand, and senior students ushered the first-years aside to their dormitories.
Chairs and tables obediently flew to the walls in neat order. Then he removed an Undetectable Extension Charm, instantly reducing the doubling size of common room which he had done prior to making space.
Hogwarts Castle, after all, was one of the most powerful magical artifacts in Britain. Changing its inner structure was no easy feat. Last year he couldn't even attempt it. This year, he could barely manage for an hour or so before the castle restored itself.
After a few minutes of not talking, it was Lucifer who opened his mouth first, breaking the tension, "Ahem, I don't see them being expelled... but probably getting into serious trouble. That's why those two are 'not here."
"...I swear, if they lose Gryffindor any points before first day of classes, I will be right furious with them," Hermione expressed, her dissatisfaction quite loudly.
Probably about to disappear, her body going lower into the same cushy armchair by the minute.
"Guess we'll see," Lucifer said, finishing up putting Usagi back into his pocket, and completely disappearing from the earthly plane for the time being. Then, he poked her awake, stopping her downfall from going even further, and hurting her face flat on the marble.
.....The girl almost cried in a sort of happy despair, when he cut some pudding into her plate, dessert which had been saved by Lucifer, he noticed she didn't eat much!
They lagged behind everyone else, hoping to see Harry and Ron before calling it a night; they wanted to know what exactly happened with them back at King's Cross.
It was a good thing they did move slower than the rest, because moments later, Fat Lady's Portrait swung open into view, so did two familiar heads of hair.
xxxxxx
"There you are!" Hermione said a little impatiently, "Where have you been?! Castle's been in an uproar!"
"Well, after getting here, we were held in Professor McGonagall's office for rest of the Start-of-Term feast," Harry explained with a shudder, his appetite long gone.
"So why didn't you board the train?" She asked him, a little more softly.
"The barrier---" Harry started to explain, but Ron cut him off.
"Can we do this another time? Harry and I are exhausted and would like some sleep!" Ron said, being the impatient one now.
"I think Lucifer and I deserve an---"
Hermione didn't get to finish her statement or question, because the stairs cracked with hurried footseps, and there was a sudden storm of clapping to be heard.
The whole Gryffindor house seemed to be waiting on two late arrivals to Hogwarts!
Harry and Ron were pulled inside, she sighed irritably, giving Lucifer a good night dream's forehead kiss, and went to her own bed.
Lucifer also left them to their own devices, touching spots where her lips were just been.
xxxxxx
A groan of pleasure escaped Lucifer, who couldn't help but groggily claw at the sheets as he came to his senses, his cock throbbing eagerly. 'I must have had a wet dream....'
But something was off, this wasn't just morning wood, to be exact, looking around Lucifer realised it's still dark outside.
A tight warmth enveloped his cock, while the touch of warm skin tickled his legs and a soft slurping sound reached his ears.
Lucifer to his horror peeked downwards to see--- Hermione?! looking up at naval with eager brown eyes, his cock buried deep inside her mouth.
That needy little minx had managed to undo him of the sheets and even his boxers while, he slept!
She took another long draw of his cock, making the boy squirm and buck his hips, before disengaging her plump lips from it with a soft 'pop, "I wondered, if you'd miss this too.."
She grinned.
'For... how long has it been going on?' Lucifer thought, still trying to kick his brain into function. Not an easy task when blood was occupied elsewhere. It explained uncomfortable feeling in mornings, the previous year.
"You know, I even had an attack, for not being drinking your semen enough...." Hermione then wrapped her hand around the slick length and stroked it, gently as she spoke to herself, "I had such a long day today, Oh, no it's past 12'o clock, now....But, I just had to relieve some stress, you know?"
"I was almost 'starving' in Great Hall, in common room just moments away from pouncing....."
She used her tongue to lick the head, even hummed in delight.
Lucifer blinked away the blurry vision to take in the scene, he was all naked on his bed, though boxers still hung around one of the ankles.
His 'best friend', Hermione Granger lay prone on the bed between his spread-out legs, tending to Lucifer's throbbing cock. Big chocolate-brown eyes, plump pouty lips, and a nest of bushy-brown hair, curls that tickled against his thighs.
Evidently she'd been in her night clothes, her face almost drowned in Lucifer's mid-region, eating him away, getting her daily fill.
He slowly moved to prop himself up, and deal with this very scary-looking issue, carefully.
"You know, I even had an attack, for not drinking your semen enough...."
This sentence made Lucifer to not use force on Hermione, this was a very delicate stage. Was he even allowed to stop her? 'Could putting a stop to this will endanger her life?' Because, it didn't seem like her usual self at all!
Only, now Hermione laid her hand on Lucifer's sleeping chest and pushed him back down, "Nuh-uh, you just relax and let me handle this."
"All I want is a nice big load, so I can get through today!"
She giggled, then leaned down to place a series of licks and kisses across the base of Lucifer's cock, then further down across the heavy sack.
Hermione continued stroking his shaft slowly and steadily as she parted her lips and took both of his churning balls into her wet mouth.
Lucifer's hips bucked anxiously as she suckled on them, rolling her slick tongue across the underside, her voice reverberating through them as she moaned contently.
She'd told him to sit back, but girl was also too beautiful of a sight to ignore.
With a deep back-arching purr, Hermione pulled her lips free of Lucifer's balls, which were now thoroughly slick and shiny with her saliva, "God, even your balls taste good....."
"Much better than pudding, I ate....."
She wrapped her plush lips around his sensitive head again and started a slow bobbing motion across the entire length. First pushing it all the way inside, until her bottom lip pressed against his sack... and the tip of Lucifer's cock was nestled snugly inside her throat, before pulling all the way out again, applying just enough suction to make him squirm and curl those toes.
All the while her tongue slithered up and down, left and right across the underside of his shaft.
'Fuck..... How could she be this good?' Lucifer panted, while squeezing down roughly on the pillow in his hand, causing it to bulge out between his fingers.
Before long, her slow and steady rhythm was speeding up.
The wet sucking and slurping sounds filled Lucifer's dorm room, as his cock thrust into back of Hermione's throat with increasingly greater force and speed. She moaned softly into his shaft, one eager little moan for every stroke.
From time to time, she would use her upper teeth to leave a small eager bite on his manhood, evoking a louder moan from Lucifer.
It only caused her to become more aggressive, but painful in a good way.
For a moment, he would've just loved to stay in this heavenly limbo forever, but his cock could only take so much.
He found myself squeezing that pillow harder and harder as, he struggled to postpone the orgasm.
'Hermione, I....' Lucifer couldn't finish his thoughts, but he was certain that she caught his drift.
Because, Hermione didn't slow down. After a few more strokes, he forcefully bucked those hips upwards, jamming his cock deep into her throat.
She let him hold her head in place as the first blast of cum exploded from Lucifer's cock to shoot down her eager gullet.
Hermione moaned happily as, she buried her nose against those pubes and shot blast after blast of cum into her throat. She barely even gagged or choked as she swallowed it.
After god-knows-how-many blasts, the surge of cum became an oozing trickle and he lethargically eased up the powerful grip.
She did a few more 'slow bobs', milking the final drops of cum from him, before slurping them all off with a single long draw and swallowing them. Lucifer's half-flaccid cock slapped wetly against his thigh as she released it.
Hermione wiped some excess saliva from her lips before rising to her knees and stepping off the bed, her butt swaying, "Wow, thanks Daddy, that's exactly what I needed...."
"Good night, see you in the Common Room, tomorrow," She gave a nice smile before stepping towards the door leaving Lucifer alone once again.
'I am dealing with something far more extraordinary here..... It's like two people...Could it be that Hermione....??'
From this day onwards, Lucifer always treated her like a mature woman in a girl's body....
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